Cowboy Poetry

Written by: Charles Sides

Don’t give me a “drug store” type cowboy Who’s never lived life on the trail I want the bow-legged real McCoy Who can throw a steer by its tail What I seek, is Cowboy poetry That composed from experience Not what some dude’s impression might be Who’s Cowboy like in appearance He can’t know what it’s like to ride drag Eating dust all day from the heard How to calm Doggies on stormy nights Singing a song of soothing words The real Cowboy is lanky and lean Can sit in a saddle all day Lives on hard-tack, coffee and beans As that’s sometimes the only way To tell of life on a cattle drive A poet needs to “walk the walk” So that when he put pen to paper His poetry will “talk the talk”